Why Me? COMPLETE!!!

Chapter Fifteen.

As the Miya twins walked into school, Atsumu was the center of attention. Everyone was staring and whispering, some pointing while others were more subtle. Hiding behind his younger brother, Atsumu wished he stayed in the hospital. He was allowed to walk, as long as Atsumu used his crutches.

Grumbling, the twins made their way to their lockers, putting their stuff in before getting the necessary things and heading to class. Shifting nervously, Atsumu tried to ignore the glare penetrating holes in his skull.

As school ended, Osamu went to practice while Atsumu walked home alone. The other Miya tried to convince the stubborn blonde, but was denied. It was only a fifteen minute walk, he would live.

Oh how wrong he was. As soon as the school was out of sight and no one was near, Atsumu saw black, body falling forward and hitting the ground with a thud. His last thought was, 'Why does this always happen to me?'

Waking up, Atsumu was not expecting this. Laying on the ground, chained to the wall, Atsumu stared at dead black eyes. Scared, he observed his surroundings, hyper aware of the metal pull and dull pain he felt as he moved around.

The other seemed to snap out of his trance at the sound of chains rattling, finally looking at the blonde male chained up. "Ah, so you're awake Atsumu~" a darth voice purred, roughly kicking Atsumu's ribs.

The blonde groaned, looking at his kidnapper, "Ien? What are you doing?" Atsumu was terrified. First, bullies, then rape, a carcrash, and now a kidnapping by his abusive ex? How much worse could his life get?

Well, maybe that wasn't the best thing to think because as soon as that was said, Atsumu was being kissed roughly, hands touching him all over. Atsumu was frozen, before a choked sound was forced out of him and Ien started leaving marks all over him.

Atsumu was squirming, kicking and trying to escape, tears streaming down his face and onto the dirty ground. He was starting to panic, going on the verge of a panic attack as his perpetrator held him down.

All Atsumu saw before he passed out was a blacked out blur and the sound of a belt buckle hitting the ground, a pain in his lower body, and the foul stench of arousal high in the air. It sickened him, to know what was about to happen but not be conscious of it.

It had been a week. A week since he was taken from his home. A week since the beating had begun. A week since he was starved, only being fed cum when Ien forcefully throat fucked him or made him give the guy a blowjob. It was salty, acitric, and morbid. Atsumu normally threw it up when he was alone. The stench from the vomit, his own bowl movements, and sex made him want to die.

When the door to the basement opened, Atsumu flinched back, wanting to cry but no tears fell. Hands touched him, which he fought off till the comforting voice of his brother entered his mind. "'S-Samu?" his voice was weak, hoarse from the screaming, vomiting, and forced mouth sex.

"Shh. I'm here. You don't need to fight anymore, sleep." At his brother's soft spoken words, Atsumu drifted off, body limp as his body got some much needed rest.

The next time he would wake up, though, he would soon realise that everything was not okay, and he was not saved from the hell hole that was his life.